Chapter 25: Invitation
Zarek walked with composed grace in a direction all within the estate recognized without question.
A calm, knowing smile curved his lips as he passed, and the maids and fellow butlers offered respectful greetings. After all, he was no ordinary servant, he was the personal butler of the Primarch.
Before him stood a black door. Without a word or gesture, it parted on its own, and Zarek stepped inside.
Inside, a man stood, golden eyed, golden haired, Azeron Wargrave, the Primarch of the Wargrave family.
He stood by the window engaged in an act that no one within the estate would have believed possible in their lifetime.
Azeron Wargrave, the esteemed fearsome Primarch, was smiling as he gazed out into the distance.
Anyone who witnessed the scene might have thought they had fallen into an illusion. It would have been easier to convince them that the entire history of Crymora was a fabrication than to believe that Azeron Wargrave was smiling.
He was a man whom few, if any, had ever seen smile. As a Wargrave, Azeron was known for bearing either a cold, unreadable expression or none at all.
And yet, in that quiet moment, one of the strongest men in the world wore a rare, gentle smile.